Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.